we are the forsaken, the battered and the proud we sing a song of triumph, as our voices ring out loud we are the forsaken, the once forgotten few left to wait here by the waste side as our armies come marching through

our smiles held like banners screaming up towards the sky but still we would not faulter and still we would not die

raise up the flag of victory minds and eyes turn misty grey remembering the blood that we she’d in waiting for this day